Wooow. Dark. Very original. You described everything so perfectly, with so much detail, that it seemed real. Dark Harry actually creeped me out, and the greatest praise I can give is the Nobel Prize for fanfiction.

Wow. I mean... wow. That was so powerful that you just might have left me speechless. The raw feeling that went into it is palpable. I felt like I was Harry, but also outside of Harry, experiencing it all. I just can't rightly explain it. But this was good. Very, very good. You have an extraordinary talent. Please, don't let it go to waste...

My God. This is magnificent. I love it, I really do. So original and extremely well written! It's positively genius, this work is! Great piece. I especially like how you characterized and displayed Harry's madness. Absolutely brilliant! Now I can't wait to go and read your other work. Great job!

I think you may not be getting the reviews you deserve because people are speechless.

I know I am. Words like "deep" and "profound" and "visceral" and "realistic" and "plausible" - well , they just mock this powerhouse, and I feel silly saying them. I just want to make the effort because you deserve to know what a masterpiece - and that word mocks me too - you've created.

"Sitting cross-legged at the entrance to the cave that is his home, he watches the rain splatter down onto the ground in the afternoon gloom, dripping drearily from the thick canopy. A bird - maybe a bird - calls desultorily in the near distance, the only sound other than the dull patter of water on dead leaves. The smell of wet, rotting leaves permeates the heavy air, but he ignores it, staring out at the trees standing ghost-grey in the drizzle."

Trying to be specific. Splatter. The alliteration in 'dripping drearily.' The catching yourself "maybe a bird" with the dashes. The "desultorily" the "near distance", the "dull" patter of water on "dead" leaves - how wonderfully you transform the rain, from a bringer of life into a bringer of decay "wet, rotting leaves". Love the "ghost-grey" in the drizzle.

Oh! "Dark Mark", not "Death Mark." Glad this can be of use.

You... see, this is the problem with reading stuff this powerful, one just sits there, in the immortal words of user Leviathan09, with one's gawp hanging open and one's thumbs up one's arse. You wish you could says something to do this piece justice, but ultimately you have to hope the author will undersatnad.